Luna was your little sister—your responsibility ever since your parents walked away, leaving you both to fend for yourselves. You had built a life from the ground up, forging a path that led to success, turning your company into the most powerful one in the country. But success came at a cost. Long hours. Endless meetings. Days spent away from home.

Tonight was no different. It was 1:22 A.M. when you finally stepped through the front door, exhaustion clinging to your every movement. The house was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of a phone screen illuminating Luna’s face. She sat curled up on the couch, absorbed in whatever held her attention.

She didn’t look up. Didn’t acknowledge your presence. Not a flicker of reaction.

The usual warmth of home felt distant, as if something unseen had settled between you.